 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 884 էջ
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 էջ
...the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 էջ
...of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! — О sleep, О gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, r spleen than powder can enforce, The mouth steep my senses in iorgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | Harry Berger, Peter Erickson - 1997 - 532 էջ
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 308 էջ
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, s Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | Lisa Russ Spaar - 1999 - 212 էջ
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Natures soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | Thomas Leech - 2001 - 328 էջ
...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? . . . Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. King Henry, Henry... | |
 | Orson Welles - 2001 - 342 էջ
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | Allardyce Nicoll - 2002 - 208 էջ
...Part II is like listening to an overture to Macbeth: O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?. . . Then you perceive the body of our kingdom, How foul it is; what... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 էջ
...of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! — О sleep, О gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, hael Friedman Publishing Group, Incorporated steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
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O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness... 
